Silhouette seasons and far-away reasons are all I have nowBorders can keep me if Rio will have me to dance and to drownTake to the harbor like sails to setSleep for the evening in failed regretHold on to skylines of pale and coalClouds on horizons and love to grow old

On the way I will goWhere the days left to breatheAre not gone, are still longI am traveling on

Love is a hazard in lower ManhattanYou cannot escape, and musn't be saddenedBy men who abandon your eyes for another'sThere are always Brazilian boys to discover

Set your sights straight nowDon't forget painDrink 'til tomorrow becomes yesterdayThink of the shorelines you have yet to seeMen who will hold you with eyes you believe

On the way I will goWhere the days left to breatheAre not gone, are still longI am traveling on

On the way I will goWhere the days left to breatheAre not gone, are still longI am traveling on